The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey suspension of dust and memory over the town of Oakhaven. I stood on the porch, my hand resting on the cold iron of my service pistol, feeling the familiar, heavy weight of the badge against my chest. It was a weight that had settled into my bones years ago, long before the first drop of blood, before the first lie became a habit. I watched my...

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